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Time unfolds like unconscious writing
A universe of words
Gathered by the fragile consistence of paper
A godlike creative process
Soliloquy and solemn.

I slept while thunderous waterfalls
Flooded narrow sidewalks
The nervebreaking silence seemed a distant relic
When dragonflies used to enjoy
The kindness of fading lullabies.

I slept while in the hills
Cities clashed for an obsolete reason
Betrayal and treason.

I slept while thunderous waterfalls
Came washing over those who lingered
Hopelessly regarding the marvels of self-demise
What other reason could you otherwise…Imagine?

I do not wish to be history's typist
I wish to be it's writer, not a mere spectator
And to command a rebellion of stars
A discreet, yet powerful seduction
A thespian savoir-faire for whom may learn to dare
How to conceal such discipline.